In this hilarious farce, newlywed Frances Hunter sends off a mail order for Scandinavian glassware. What comes back is not glassware, but Scandinavian smut! Strait-laced husband Paul is the manager of the bank below their apartment. The two, along with the bank's frantic chief cashier, must decide what to do with the flood of pornography, books, films, and more that threaten to overwhelm the happy couple. The situation is further complicated by involvement from Peter's mother, a bank inspector, the police superintendent, and others.

A farce like this is a whole lot of fun for everyone — the audience, the actors, and the director as well. But staging a farce is not easy, there are so many moving parts that everything has to have a set rhythm. That was accomplished by the actors and directing.

The only mark against the fast-paced production was hearing some of the lines, particularly from security phone which was often in use and I was in the fourth row.